Before the time die

Photo by JB, 2017

 

Before the time die
rolling so fast each instant to the next
till it wastes itself and my green
become like straw far-back dried out
 

Before the time go over
like each thing in a breath of nothing,
as the light in the evening, when the night
leads everyone to moan about the Absence
 

Before the time die
hiding me and each thing in a distant past,
like an instant born already old
and so something grab me when I’m upset
 

Until my time begin as new flower
true yet elsewhere, eternal, as promised
I want to be for you love but so honest,
love that seek in you God, way and meaning

 

July, 18th 2017

 

Italian version